Momma pull me close and said
Son stay close to me - Yes Ma´am
Now it´s not polite to stare at the man over there
With his dusty old clothes and his long black hair.
No momma Everybody thought he was crazy or lazy
Never had a dime or a plan
I remember in the neighborhood
Hearing about him when I was just a little boy
Just a shriverled old man bleedin´ from his hands
Frowning all the time ´cause he never could find no joy
Everybody thought he was crazy or lazy
Never had a dime or a plan
Just an old soul axe slingin´blues singing
Music man, yeah, that´s right, music man
Tellin´ tall tales of ridin´ the rails
Just broke as a joke with a beat up old guitar to play
See he´d sit outside of the old drug store
Singing songs full of pain
And beggin´ for a little spare change
Church folk said he made a deal with the devil
And his chickens had all come home
That´s why he didn´t have a pot to piss in
No woman no friends and he spent his life alone
Everybody thought he was crazy or lazy
Never had a dime or a plan
Jamming all night by the Street corner light
Just doin´ the best he
